Mrs. Swift, you risked your life to protect us, even trading your daughter's life for my sister…

After burying his relatives at the Fox family villa, Dustin knelt before Michelle. "From today onward, you will be like my own mother! I will care for you in your twilight years and ensure your comfort!" he declared solemnly. Tears welled in Michelle's eyes as she gazed lovingly at him.

"Let's not discuss this now. Let's return to my place," Michelle said, hurrying Dustin away. She feared the Cave family massacre would attract unwanted attention.

They entered a tall building, and she led him to her company's offices. Michelle lived in a cramped storage room next to the washroom, containing only a bed and essential necessities. Dustin's eyes pricked with tears; Michelle's life clearly held significant hardship.

"Sit here and wait a moment. I'll be right back," Michelle said. "Miss Shawna is a kind woman. She helped me immensely when I was at my lowest, even giving me this janitorial job. I'll ask her for help again; I'm sure she'll find you work."

"Miss Shawna?" Dustin raised an eyebrow. He left the storage room and examined the company's employee list. A photograph of a stunning woman, Shawna Welch, occupied the general manager's position.

"Dustin, come meet Miss Shawna," Michelle called.

Dustin turned and froze. Beside Michelle stood a breathtakingly beautiful woman, her youthful features and bright eyes enhanced by simple makeup and elegant office attire. Her presence seemed to illuminate the office.

"Miss Shawna, this is Dustin Fox, my… nephew. He's without a place to go, so I would be grateful if you could offer him a job—anything to help him support himself," Michelle pleaded.

"Mrs. Swift, a job is no trouble. I'll arrange something for him," Shawna replied with a reassuring smile. Her melodious voice brought a smile to Dustin's face. Who could remain unmoved by such a woman?

"Hello," Dustin greeted warmly, intending to show respect for Shawna's kindness to Michelle.

"Where did you graduate from? What are your skills?" Shawna inquired warmly.

"I didn't attend a renowned school; I'm self-taught. I know a little of everything, and should be able to manage any job you offer," Dustin replied. His words were partly true; though lacking formal education, his knowledge was extensive.

However, his answer erased Shawna's smile. She perceived him as a liar lacking practical skills, questioning how an able-bodied young man could depend on Michelle for help. She held such individuals in low regard, forming a negative impression of Dustin.

"Mrs. Swift, I'll make him a security guard," she said coldly. Dustin's face hardened. He possessed extensive skills and a high status, yet Shawna relegated him to a security guard position. This greatly displeased him.

"What? Unwilling? Then leave," Shawna said, frowning.

"I'm willing. Thank you for this opportunity, Miss Shawna," Dustin gritted out, reminding himself this was for Michelle. A minor indignity paled in comparison to her kindness. Any feelings for Shawna were irrelevant.

Within minutes, Dustin was in a security uniform, baton in hand, at the security booth. He seemed perfectly suited to the role.